1. Behold she who was given in marriage
To the strains of the lute and heaven’s heir,

2. There came one after her who then perished
Save the hue of a cheek or a lock of hair.

3. When it kindles in the cup, I see its flash
On the strings of the hand the blood of vair,

4. So give me that I may drink deep and cry
For a repeat “to the house” from but a prayer;

5. And leave me alone about dignity’s sake
For overdoing it I just do not care.

6. Life is naught but an hour soon to vanish
And Time with us has a tendency to tear.

7. Think not man immortal, death undying—
No thing grows up except loss it must bear.

8. Father Adam for a grain once gave up heaven,
And I’ve bartered the world away for a bare.